You Gotta Love Country Lyrics
I guess I’ve tired of pop radio tunes. So while I drive (and provided my wife isn’t with me) I listen to countrywestern music. It provides me some comic relief in these serious times.That music seems to glorify drinking, hopping from woman to woman, not going to school, not having a job, and dressing and acting in a generally unemployable way.
Billy Currington’s I’m Pretty Good at Drinking Beer:
I’m not the type to work in a bank, I’m no good at slappin on paint,
Don’t have a knack for makin motors crank, no
But I’m pretty good at drinkin beer
Aaron Lewis in Country Boy sings that:
I like my jeans and my old T-shirts, And a couple extra pounds never really hurt.
‘Cause a country boy is all I’ll ever be
Well, if I ever heard a song of no ambition that’s it. But he also says he has no need for the government to hold his hand. I doubt he’ll be singing that when he’s in his 70s and in need of Social Security and Medicare.
Or the grammar in Steve Holy’s hit: Baby, love don’t run Baby, love don’t hide That’s doesn’t, Steve!
But I guess if Iz can get away with for you and I, then you can skate with don’t.
Have your heard Tracy Byrd’s Ten Rounds With Jose Cuervo? Tells of 10 glasses of tequila and how smashed you get. Just like another song I heard about going to church on Sunday, then playing a ball game with the guys, hitting the bar and drinking “right through to the next day.” I heard a country-song woman singing “I should kill you right now and do the whole world a favor.”
The songs about loving God, family and the USA are OK so long as they’re not to exclusion of tolerance for atheists, gay families and countries posing no threat to us. But I get the sense most of that is about exclusion. It seems that if you have a tractor and a pickup truck but little schooling, you’re a country boy hero in current songdom. No money? No problem. And the worse your jeans or booze habit the more the girls will love you.
So I keep hoping that most of the listeners are not our up-and-coming generation, which needs something more inspirational than:
I smoke a little weed.
I still live in the sticks where you wouldn’t go,
In a town of 12 hundred off an old dirt road.
And a country boy is all I’ll ever be.
And finally another one from Billy Currington:
Baby, I Want You To Love Me Like My Dog Does.